Debate gypsy @AgendaPoster and his gay entourage about... stuff

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I was visiting relatives up north one year when I was probably around eleven or twelve. We went to this state park for an afternoon to relax and enjoy the sunshine. There were many other families there with their children that day. After a few minutes walking around by myself I noticed a group of kids my age roaming through the conglomerate of other children who were playing in the park. It was three boys and a girl following around a shorter boy. I watched the shorter boy walk up to random kids and bully them. I couldn't hear the words at the distance I was, but it was clear what was happening. He would say things to them, get in their face, and sometimes shove them down. After awhile, I became distracted with whatever it was I was doing, and stopped paying attention to the other kids.

About fifteen minutes later I notice a small group of children approaching me. It was the short boy and his friends. Even from a distance I could tell that something was very wrong. This boy was the strangest and ugliest looking child I had ever seen in my life. He looked nothing like anyone I had ever seen before. It was frightening on a primordial level I had rarely felt at such an age. His face was inhuman. His eyes were uncanny and crooked and utterly soulless. The children behind him were giggling deviously, and looked for all the world like an entourage of arcane summoners parading forth the Eldritch Thing that they had compelled from the darkness.

The boy approached me and began "speaking", but I could not understand the hideous noises as words. The closer it got, the more frightened I became. I felt like if it touched me, I would scream. Just a few feet from me now, I saw that the boy-thing stood one head and a half shorter than myself. Out of pure instinct, and the training from my last Tae-Kwon-Do lesson fresh in my mind, I raised my right leg and kicked the thing square in the face as hard as I could.

The creature shrieked in agony and pain and went down as the faces of the giggling children behind it drained of their mischievous glee and settled into horror. "What is wrong with you?!", one said. "He's retarded! he has Downs' Syndrome! You can't hit him!", said another. I had no idea what any of those things meant, and with Fight or Flight still vibrantly active, I ran back to my family as fast as I could. They were packing their things when I arrived, and we left shortly afterward.

Sometimes I wonder if that Thing will ever return...
 
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So jewish black magic vs gypsy blsck magic? The chronicles of Riddikkó and the Putri of Purdés.
But how will they bully you into showing your tits or GTFO?
India awakens!
It's Kiwifarms, I reckon that the male users complaining about the Man-Hate thread have bigger tits than us BP gals do
To get tits this lovely and full of moob, you must drink beer, and eat ham every day.
I concur. There is too much about this site that reminds me of reddit which is one of the reasons I hadn't joined for like 5-6 years despite knowing and enjoying content from here.

Also what the fuck is this thread and why does it exist?
For autistic kaiju haiku.

Also I am somewhat sure Bones was around since before Mothra, so akkkkkksuuuuaaaally Mothra would be Bones sock, not the other way around. 🤓
 
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